In the shadow of Seattle's Space Needle, hopeful Australians and their equally hopeful sheep gather to commemorate the arrival of the first batch of colonists—half of them convicts—to arrive in Australia, in 1788.
They do this, of course, by barbecuing their friends and/or being barbecued by their friends.
Which, we guess, is their quaint way of reenacting the warden/prisoner motif.
(Pardon us, but Australia Day was actually the 26th. We're late. But we're sure the animals had their chance to die, and that's all that matters.)